Waylon Jennings Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Lyrics

Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way
To hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
Well, I'd smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been-a pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' a can that he was-a kickin'.
Then I crossed the empty street and caught
The Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
Wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down.
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he was-a swinging
Then I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the songs they were singin'.
I headed back for home and somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On the Sunday mornin' sidewalk
Wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepin' city sidewalk
Sunday mornin' comin' down.